Synopsis:
Samuel L. Jackson wears a kilt and carries around golf clubs while screaming "motherfucker" every now and again.
Review:
Fucking awful, especially the ending scene. Sammy Jack plays a chemist that's invented a new drug comprised entirely of legal ingredients. After pissing off a local drug lord, he runs the fuck off to merry old England in an attempt to sell the formula. The drug lord, played by Meatloaf, sends in an assassin, Dakota/Dawn (Emily Mortimer), ahead of him to make certain the deal doesn't happen while he hauls ass to track down Sam in person.
Sam is arranging a meeting with some limey drug lord, played by the dude who was the Lizard in Amazing Spiderman, while being accompanied by Begbie from Trainspotting, who happens to be Dawn's ex.
Verdict:
Skip it. Every time a convenient plot device is needed, Sam Jackson's there to provide it inexplicably.
1) Outnumbered and need to kick the shit out of some skinheads that have you surrounded? Sam's a tenth-degree master of beating the fuck out of people with a 5-iron in a way most samurai couldn't match.
2) Outnumbered and need to incapacitate a room full of skinheads using only equipment found in their shitty, abandoned lab? Sam's got a way out.
3) Need to improvise an explosive device from random chemicals and trigger it in the most inconceivably precise manner imaginable? Sam's got that shit covered.
His character is one large deus ex machina.
Edited By Malcolm on 1433787664
The 51st State, aka Formula 51
I chose that number and one adjective in the bullet point very intentionally.GORDON wrote:I remember your #2 argument making me laugh when I saw it.
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